It's months later, and I am still here, still here in Oklahoma.
This time I can say, that one thing has improved. I now have a career of my own. I was working part time at a bank, while applying to web dev jobs.
I didn't exactly land a web dev job, but I got close. I'm now an Event Marketing Manager. Yea. Fancy title right? Also fancy paycheck. It's pretty much a perfect fit job. I plan, marketing, time, and execute race and endurance events. My clients pay me to create create websites for their events, an online registration process, and produce live online race timing results in person. I get to be techy, an event planner, a marketer, outside, and a little bit of traveling too. I've been with this new company for over a month now, and I feel like this may be the place for me here in Oklahoma. I miss park work, and being outside all the time. But, let's be realistic, without a college degree, that career path wasn't happening. Now my skills are being narrowed in a certain industry niche, so in the long run, I'll be able to demand a higher price tag, not that what I'm making right now isn't nice.
Also, let me be real about my new salary. This is the most money I've ever been paid in my life. I do not know what to do with myself or how I should act. We have struggled for so long with being poor, that like what the hell do I do with this money? At first, there's things we have to buy and spend money on, just because now we're playing catch up. Like finally seeing a dentist to fix my tooth, or finally getting new clothes. I bought a pack of underwear guiltfree this week. Like, WHAT THE HELL? So for the first few months, all this money we're now making will go to catch up, like pay off old debts, and new clothes, shoes without holes in them, a bed that's not on the floor, SOME MUTHAFUCKING POTS AND PANS, curtains - things that we have just gone without.
But in six months? At this point, we're kinda afraid to spend our salary. I keep wanting to hoard it in savings. What if it goes away? What if my new awesome company decides that hate me suddenly. Just kidding, we don't want you.
So now, I've gained some of my self worth back with making money, I'm still depressed as hell. Miss home, and wonder what the am I doing in my marriage.
Here's the problem. I don't have an outside perspective or anyone to talk to about my marriage. I'm not allowed to. Any martial problems have to be discussed with my husband, and never with anyone else. I've always felt that was wrong, and a few times I have talked to others, I get yelled at and told our problems are not their business. I often wonder why we've lasted this long. I also wonder if I'm being mentally abused. But, without anyone to talk to about it, I think I'm just being dramatic and making shit up. Lately, I feel really uncomfortable with who I am married to. It's things that are red flags. Things I read about other women have went through and call their exes abusers. But, mine doesn't view what he is doing as wrong. he feels that he is normal and that I am the crazy one. like right now, I feel that that everything I've written so far needs to be deleted and my questions hid from the world. I know that if hubs read this, I'd be in for a good verbal shake down. He's never been physically abusive, and I think this is where it's all messed up in my head. Lately, he's been very insistent that I get "healthy". I feel that every food choice I make is wrong. Because I'm not eating healthy. I'm chunky. I don't want to get up at 6am and do yoga. He's lost 100lbs. I'm proud of him. But it's become unbearable. I'm not physically good enough for him. His favorite phrase is "I'm attracted to femininity". I'm not a feminine woman. Never never have been. I'm not going to where dresses and tights and dress up for his fantasies. We already only have sex once a month, and it's on his terms. It's my fault we don't have more sex because I "don't take care of myself" and I'm not feminine.
Even though both of us now make similar amounts of money. We both work full time, it's still my job to keep the house. He thinks that he does dishes once a week and that he cooks his meals He doesn't have to do anything else. We both work full time, yet after dinner and until bed time, he's watching youtube, and I'm cleaning. I do the laundry. I vacuum. I have just as much free time as he does, yet he can't be bothered to help more than the one day that I work and he doesn't? That's not really am I abused issues. That's more of a learning to live together thing, though.
I can't decide if I'm crazy or not.
